Her breathing was slow, but she let him carry her to the room. Once she was on the bed she grabbed his hand. There was so much to talk about, to say. Words were failing her though. Ariadne sighed and squeezed his hand.
"Please don't beat yourself up. I'm okay. Just... tired." She looked up at him. The dress would be ridiculous to sleep in. "You're okay though, right?"
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"Please don't beat yourself up. I'm okay. Just... tired." She looked up at him. The dress would be ridiculous to sleep in. "You're okay though, right?"